Childhood's End

My blackening balloon hides of the ceiling
they can't reach the string
but we can't stop the peeling.

I took my black balloon to the beach
and tied to my wrist we splashed in the sea.
They're getting close, you're almost in their reach
I know one day I will have to set you free.

I'll cling to your string if you fly me away,
or maybe we'll just run in the other direction.
Just stay on our path and never stray
race as fast as we can to the inevitable intersection.

We were jettisoned into the eye of the storm
I land on a bed of leaves....you on a single thorn.
This is your end, as the air flows from your tiny hole, you lose your perfect form
I'll hold you until you're gone; my world, my friend, since the day I was born.